Hi Folks smee again!
This afternoon we tried the new phenomenon they call Geocaching. NOTE – this is not giro cashing or some cyber bank robbery. It is the art of typing global longitudinal and lateral co-ordinates into a hand held GPS device and following its direction until you find an object, sign, symbol, middle of the local RAF Runway or a big fat NOTHING. Simple, Right? NOT!
Remember Orienteering? ….. at least you can blame the compass, magnetic deviation or your own incompetence!!!!!! So after finding the co-ordinates, going up a page, down a page, into the global confusion geeks only menu and finally getting them into the bl**dy GPS, off went the Explorers.
Erm er do you really want me to walk through that hedge? Wow, someone built a toilet block on my bearing! Various cries of “There’s nothing there.” “It keeps changing direction!” “ While we were walking to one bearing we saw another team (and nicked their answers).” “This yellow mobile looks weird?” “Can I just use google maps?”
Call me a purest, but my compass is staying in my kit bag! However if I do happen to be stuck in a whiteout on Ben Nevis I may have time to pitch a tent and read the 1142 page instruction manual.
One Minibus fan belt – Fixed
One Car tyre – Replaced
One torn nail – Trimmed
One dodgy tummy – Early night
6 sleep deprived leaders – Caffine Fix
2 x ducky woggles lost – Anon
One hand rail snapped – Lucas
Osama Smelly Bum Gas Evacuation drill – 2 off so far – two dead canaries!
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